"The world... ravaged... the sun beat down on the carbon stricken rock. Civilisation... a distant memory. Human-robot sex... the norm. Each day, every day, survival and ... how? this-thus."

A not too distant, distant too hot near-future.

Thursday, 25 March 2010

Talking with strangers

So what kind of intercourse would you like?

Erm, well, I guess we could try verbal first and, I don't know, when we're both comfortable with that, may be we can move on to semaphore and end on, er, high-powered encrypted energy beams using the sun's gravitational force as a slingshot?

You should know: I don't do that kinky quantum shit with strap-on lasers. I've been burned flying too close to the sun before. And the Japanese No Theatre deal is extra.